[ she can wash it later. right now, stelle just wants her to focus on her. after all, every part of her is solely focused on march in the moment - her scent, her sound, her soft, soft skin under the fabric she's wearing. she's already trailing arousal across march's thigh by the time their lips meet, and she doesn't waste a single moment from there: she slips her tongue into march's mouth, runs it against the girl's teeth, reaches down to hike up march's leg around her hip. ]
You're gonna look so good, [ she murmurs, half-drunk on pollen and lust. ] You and Hazel both. All filled up, with little kids in your bellies...
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You're gonna look so good, [ she murmurs, half-drunk on pollen and lust. ] You and Hazel both. All filled up, with little kids in your bellies...